What the end would do for me doesn't matter. Death no longer has meaning, so I fulfill, as always, Unicron's bidding.

[He makes a little flourish with his hands as he turns away from the video, apparently quite able to control the device without having to hold it or lean it against something.]

They opened up everything and now it can't be closed again, but Unicron's goals will silence it.

[That's a lie, though. What he'd almost accomplished in nearly killing Primus would probably have ended with those old, reality-defying beings spilling into the chaotic nothingless of what was left of reality.]